Musing on Church Christmas Plays.
Last night, our church held its annual, much expected, much anticipated Christmas play.
If I had a scanner (that sounds terribly like some folk song meets digital), I would put in a picture of my senior in his first play.
He was in kindergarten and Joseph. A very solemn looking father of our Lord, watching over a young Mary, played by Annie Speyer.
Jake and Annie are now driving and thinking about college.
And last night, I realized my parent-watching-the-Christmas-pageant days are numbered.
My daughter played Nightime Nicole, a sarcastic radio DJ ready for Christmas to be over.
Through the wisdom of Caller Two, played by Lucia Hodges and the play heralding Jesus’ birth — Nicole sees new meaning behind the red and green hype.
Nicole taking her calls. Bah hum bug.
Caller Two trying to persuade Nicole into looking at things a little differently. (That's tough. Believe me -- it's an every day battle.)
My niece, Maddie sings a killer "O Holy Night."
A final bow.
Of course it was great.
How couldn’t it be with those sweet faces.
Little faces that don’t stay little for long.
Are you still doing the parent-watching-the-Christmas-play thing?
Missing those days of children. Just blogged about our relationship with kids as they become adults, but they are still our kids. You brought back some wonderful memories of plays, wishing those days were still around. And am now in this void between kids and pre-grandkids, and Christmas seems to lose some of its pizzazz. Thanks for a little remembrance sizzle.
That’s a great reflection Becky. From one who spent all day on a field trip then ended with Santa, sometimes all you feel is tired. Then you blink and they’re off for college. How do we fully absorb the moment we are in? Christmas just heightens everything.